Lethal Temptations (Tempted #5)

by Janine Infante Bosco

  “You could do that,” I said, shoving my hands into my pockets as I shrugged my shoulders. “But then you’d have to tell Lacey you shot the man she loves.”

  “Come on, enough with that word!”

  I bit the side of my cheek and tried not to smile.

  He crossed his arms against his chest and kept his eyes trained on his boots for a moment.

  “She’s not like us, you know, she’s fragile.”

  “She’s stronger than you know,” I assured him

  “You really love her don’t you?”

  “I do.”

  He nodded then straddled his bike and gripped the handlebars tightly.

  “You better treat her good,” he said hoarsely.

  “I will,” I paused, before extending my hand, still speckled with Boots blood. “You have my word.”

  He looked at my hand before gripping it and his eyes met mine.

  “Your word is gold, Black.”

  And just like that Jack Parrish handed me the thing he cherished most in this world…he gave me his daughter’s life and told me to take care of it as my own.

  It was time to tell Lacey who she belonged to.

  Girl, I’m coming for you.

  Chapter Forty-two

  I yawned for what seemed like the twentieth time in five minutes and glanced across the living room at Reina, who was sprawled out on the couch eating saltine crackers and sipping on ginger ale.

  “Are you sure you’re okay?” I questioned as I placed my hands on my knees and stood up.

  “Fine, it’ll pass,” she insisted.

  “Well, if you’re sure, then I will head out. I’m exhausted,” I declared, rising to my feet.

  She shot up like a jack-in-the-box, nearly spilling the ginger ale all over herself as she scrambled to her feet and made a beeline for the bathroom.

  So much for calling it an early night.

  I followed her into the bathroom and watched as she dropped to her knees and hurled into the toilet. I bent over her, scooping up her hair and held it back as she continued to empty the contents of her stomach.

  “Damn, Reina, what the hell did you eat? Maybe we should take you to the hospital, you might have food poisoning,” I rambled, turning my head I felt nauseous just watching her.

  “It’s not food poisoning,” she muttered, leaning back and taking a deep breath before she reached over and flushed the toilet. I helped her to her feet and stood behind her as she turned the faucet on and brushed her teeth.

  “If it’s not food poisoning what—oh my god!” I stared at her wide-eyed through the mirror.

  “Yeah,” she confirmed, with a mouthful of toothpaste.

  I grinned as she spit into the sink and wiped her mouth.

  “I’m pregnant,” she confirmed, before a smile spread across her pale face. “That’s the first time I said it out loud.”

  “Dad doesn’t know yet?”

  “I found out yesterday and he’s been on the road,” she explained, running her fingers through her long blonde hair before she turned around and looked at me. “What’re you thinking?”

  “I’m thinking how fucking awesome it will be having a little Parrish running around here,” I grinned, pulling her into my arms. “You’re going to make my dad so happy,” I whispered.

  “I hope so,” she said as we broke apart.

  “I know so,” I winked at her. “Now, go lay on the couch I’ll get you more ginger-ale. Did he say when he would be coming home?”

  “He should’ve been back already,” she surmised as we walked out of the bathroom. “Okay, then he should be here any minute.”

  I nodded toward the television.

  “There’s still another twenty seasons of Grey’s Anatomy we can watch on Netflix until he gets home.”

  She laughed, and I made my way into the kitchen to grab another can of ginger ale for her.

  A baby.

  Wow.

  That was great news, and I was genuinely happy for my father and Reina. The both of them deserved happiness and nothing brought happiness like a new life. Still, I couldn’t help the ache in my heart and was ashamed to admit I was a little envious of them. Not, of the baby but of the happily ever after.

  I’ve been sitting here, waiting and waiting and every night I went to bed alone. My dad promised me he’d have Blackie out but every night he wasn’t here with me felt like an eternity. I sound selfish and I hate that because as miserable as I am, Blackie must be ten times more.

  It hurts my heart knowing he’s there all alone, with no one to talk to. He can’t even call me or anyone for that matter since my visit when he broke the rules and touched me.

  I miss his touch.

  I miss the way it feels to lay my head on his chest and listen to his heart beat inside of his chest.

  I miss his arms wrapped around my waist.

  I miss his lips on mine

  I miss his lips everywhere.

  But most of all I miss the way he looks at me and smiles.

  I heard the engine of a bike, glanced out the window and saw the headlights in the driveway turn off.

  Dad was home.

  I closed the refrigerator door, took the can and a straw out of one of the drawers when I heard my father’s voice.

  “Lace!”

  I grabbed my jacket off the chair and draped it over my forearm, deciding it was time for me to get out of their hair and let Reina tell my dad he would get a chance at a new beginning.

  I stepped out of the kitchen and spotted my father by the front door. He remained perfectly still as he stared at me for a moment with a blank expression on his face. I nervously turned to Reina who was sitting on the couch smiling.

  Did she tell him already?

  Then I heard the distinct sound of footsteps creeping up the front stoop. I turned my head just in time to watch as my father step to the side.

  “There’s my girl,” Blackie rasped as he made his way inside the house.

  The can of soda slipped from my fingers and rolled onto the floor as I brought my hands to my face and stared back at him in complete and utter shock.

  Was he really there? In front of me?

  He was.

  Oh God, he was here, crooking his finger as he smiled widely at me.

  A grin spread across my face as I dropped my hands and ran to him. He spread his arms wide, bent his knees as I charged at him, wrapping my arms around his neck just as he lifted me off the floor and squeezed me tight.

  “Easy,” he laughed.

  I squealed in delight, pulling back to take his face in my hands and pepper him with kisses. I finally stopped, threaded my fingers through his hair brushing it away from his face.

  “You’re really here,” I whispered, unable to stop smiling.

  “Yeah, I am,” he said huskily, leaning his forehead against mine. “God, I missed your face.” He pressed his lips to my nose, leaned back and touched them to my forehead before finally letting them brush over mine.

  He slowly planted me back on my feet, taking both my hands in his and stared back at me.

  “Time for you and me to go home, girl.”

  My face was going to hurt from smiling so much. Then I remembered we had an audience, and I looked over my shoulder at my father. He stared back at me, watching intently as Blackie wrapped our joined hands around my waist and pulled my back against his chest.

  “Go give the poor guy a hug because he ain’t going to see you for a while,” he said against my ear, dropping his voice even lower when he spoke again. “You’re going to be busy for about a month,” he ground out, as he let go of my hands and dropped his mouth to my shoulder kissing me softly then stepped back.

  I hurried over to my dad, wrapped my arms around him and kissed his cheek.

  “Thank you,” I told him, pulling back to meet his gaze. “Thank you so much.”

  “Take good care of each other,” he muttered.

  I gave him another peck on the cheek before turning to Reina an
d hugging her tightly.

  I spun around and Blackie was holding out his hand for me to take.

  “You ready?”

  “For what?”

  “The rest of your life,” he said simply, pulling me against his side as he slung his arm over my shoulders and escorted me to the door. Blackie took me away from my father’s house and brought me back to the pages of our story because we still had a lot of story to write.

  An entire lifetime.

  I got my queen.

  She was on the back of my bike, her arms wrapped tightly around me as we rode in silence to the house she made a home.

  She was safe.

  And we were both free of the demons that held us captive.

  Free to be the people we were meant to be.

  Leather.

  Lace.

  Me.

  Her.

  A love story no one saw coming but one that was perfect.

  I pulled my bike into our driveway, killed the engine and glanced over my shoulder at the beauty who was already scrambling to get off the bike. She pulled my arms, walking backwards as she dragged me to the front door.

  I’d never get tired of looking at that face or seeing that smile.

  That smile and those dark eyes that was all I needed.

  No drugs.

  No alcohol.

  I never wanted to be numb again because feeling everything she provoked in me was the sweet temptations that made life worth living.

  Give me all you got girl.

  And I’ll give you all of me.

  Her arms snaked around my waist as I tried to find the key, causing me to stop what I was doing and glance down at her dainty fingers that splayed against me stomach. I laid my hand over hers and turned the key, taking her hand I pulled her around me and lifted her into my arms. I kicked the door open and carried her into the house.

  I thought I had it all figured out.

  I figured I had the good, lost it and never would have it again.

  But I had nothing until I had everything.

  Until I had her.

  I didn’t bother turning on the lights as I kicked the door close and started straight for the stairs, to the bedroom that was now ours because there was no way in hell I was letting her leave me now. She’d move in with, paint every room in this house a crazy color, but this was her home now.

  I was her home.

  And she was mine.

  I sat her down on the foot of the bed and took a step backwards.

  “We’ll talk,” I started, shrugging my leather jacket off. “We’ll talk until there is nothing left to say but not now.”

  She unzipped her jacket and drew the sleeves down her arms.

  “Not now,” she agreed.

  “I need a quick shower,” I groaned, staring at her mouth as she wet her lips with her tongue.

  “Go,” she ordered. “You have five minutes.”

  I let out a laugh as she pulled out the rubber band that was holding her hair back, letting her hair fall in waves around her face.

  “Blackie, you keep staring at me like that and I’ll take your five minutes away. The only reason I’m even agreeing to it is because I know you’re probably dying to take a shower in your own house.”

  “Lots of things I’m dying to do, girl,” I hissed, reaching behind me and pulling my shirt over my head. “Got a lot of time to make up for.”

  “Shower. Now.” She demanded, pointing her finger toward the bathroom, then her eyes zeroed in on my chest and her hand dropped. “When did you get that?” she asked, stood from the bed and walked over to me.

  I glanced down at my chest and ran my fingers over the music notes that covered my left pec.

  “Before I went away,” I revealed, dropping my hands to my jeans and continued to undress, drawing the zipper down.

  She stepped closer, brushing away my hands and forcing them to my sides.

  “Why music notes?” She asked as traced the ink on my chest.

  “To remind me of a dance I had with the girl I love…,” I dipped my eyes to the tattoo. “…to a song I never knew existed until she asked me to dance with her.”

  “Leather and lace,” she whispered, lifting her eyes to mine.

  “Love you, Lace,” I murmured, bending my head to cover her mouth with mine.

  It took all the self-control I could muster up inside of me to pull away from her, knowing when I let myself take her there would be no end in sight.

  She moaned as my teeth grazed her lower lip.

  “Blackie.”

  “Five minutes,” I promised, releasing her lip before I turned around and walked straight into the bathroom.

  “Three!” She shouted from behind the door.

  I laughed as I turned on the water and took the quickest shower of my life. Tomorrow I’d take one for an hour and enjoy the little things like showering in the comfort of my own house and not a fucking federal prison.

  Tonight I’d enjoy the bigger things, like fucking my girl, making up for every night I couldn’t.

  I opened the door and walked into the bedroom, stopping dead in my tracks when I spotted Lacey in the middle of the bed wearing nothing but a sheet tucked under her arms.

  “You were longer than five minutes,” she pointed out, cocking her head to the side as her hair fell over one shoulder.

  “We got all night, girl,” I said, walking toward the bed. “All night, every night, forever.”

  She smiled as she raised herself up on her knees, hugging the sheet over her breasts.

  “Lose the towel,” she ordered.

  “Lose the sheet,” I demanded as I brought my hand to the knot hanging low on my waist.

  I watched as she drew her lip between her teeth and diverted her eyes to my waist, walking on her knees to the edge of the bed as she clutched the sheet to her chest. I took another step, my knees hit the edge of the mattress and just as I reached for the sheet she reached for my towel.

  She threw her head back and laughed, swinging the towel in the air, claiming victory.

  But the victory was all mine because the sheet fell from her body, exposing the body I have been dreaming about, night after night. Her laughter died when I reached out and grabbed her hips.

  “God, you’re perfect,” I muttered, bending my head to press my mouth against her shoulder blade. “So, fucking perfect,” I growled against her skin.

  Her hands snaked around my neck as my mouth crossed her collar bone and kissed her other shoulder. I worked my hands up her sides until they found the sides of her tits. I bent my knees, bringing myself eye-level with them, taking one erect nipple between my teeth.

  Lacey’s nails dug into my neck as I tugged on her nipple before flicking my tongue over the sensitive flesh.

  “I like that,” she gasped. “Give me more,” she demanded.

  I moved to her other breast, rolled the puckered nipple between my fingers, tugging on it before I dropped my head and sucked it into my mouth.

  “That’s it,” she murmured. “So good.”

  I released her nipple, straightening up and let out a groan as my cock brushed against her stomach.

  “Lay back,” I growled. “And spread your legs.”

  She did as she was told, playing with her tits as she laid her back against the mattress and spread her legs as wide as she could. I wormed my way between her legs, spreading her pussy, coating my fingers with her wetness.

  I had gone straight to hell, got myself kicked out and came home to the sweetest heaven known to man.

  “Missed this,” I growled, as my fingers pressed against her clit and sent her squirming beneath me. Her hips arched, her body begging for more as a moan escaped her lips. I removed my fingers and peered up at her as I trailed the same two fingers up the center of her body, to her mouth.

  Her lips parted, and she took my fingers into her mouth, sucking what was left of her off them.

  Fucking lucky.

  So, fucking lucky.

  I pulled
my fingers back and charged them into her tight cunt.

  “That’s a girl,” I rasped as she clenched around my fingers making me work to slide them in and out of her.

  That tight cunt was all mine.

  Only man to get inside that heaven.

  Her hips lifted off the mattress and rotated against my hand.

  “Get it, girl, work for it baby,” I said, letting her pussy take my hand and work it to her advantage. I fisted my cock with my free hand, stroking the beast as she quickened the pace of her hips, riding my hand until she came.

  “Give it to me, girl, work that pussy,” I commanded.

  “Keep talking, dirty,” she pleaded, as she brought both hands up and threaded her fingers through her hair. Her tits bounced up and down with every thrust of her hips, driving me fucking crazy. I hadn’t fucked in months and if she kept at it, this shit would end real fast.

  “Let me pull my fingers out of your cunt and give you my mouth.”

  “More,” she yelled, shaking her head from side to side, detangling her fingers from her hair to grab her tits.

  What a fucking sight.

  No dream compared.

  I ripped my fingers from her pulsing cunt and bent my head to her bare pussy glistening with her arousal and licked her up and down before flicking my tongue over her clit.

  “Goddamn it yes, Blackie, give it to me,” she pleaded. “Give me all of you.”

  Always, girl.

  Until the day I die.

  My teeth grazed the bundle of nerves and her hips bucked as she began to slowly ride my mouth, quickly finding a rhythm that suited her. Her hands found the back of my head and pressed my face against her cunt.

  “That’s my girl, take it,” I hissed against her heat before diving back into her.

  And I’ll keep giving it.

  “I’m going to come again,” she panted. “Oh God.”

  Cover me girl.

  I was going to lose my fucking mind if I didn’t get some kind of relief. My dick felt like a piece of steel between my legs that was going to explode any minute.

  Patience.

  Take what she’s giving.

  My tongue lapped at her as she came down from the orgasm, her legs spread wider and her back dropped back down onto the mattress.

  “Oh that was so good,” she exclaimed breathless. I pushed back on my knees and took a deep breath as I watched her chest rise and fall. I grabbed my cock, wiped the pre-come on the head of my cock before lifting my eyes to hers.